Page 90 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“Come,” I let him wrap his arm around my shoulders and lean some of his weight on me. “Let’s get you to bed before you make some other poor souls work after hours for you.”
“Hey, he said it was a pure pleasure to work with my drawings. Plus, I’m pretty sure he was lying about closing—did you see the open hours on the doors? He was not closing yet, and he was perky all night without any coffee.”
Is that what’s inside his notebook? Real drawings?
We go inside the Grey Room and I help him undress. He kisses me sloppily and pushes me onto the bed, where we fall with him on top of me.
He’s so heavy, I have to use all my force to push him off after he immediately falls asleep on me. My eyes dart to his notebook and I decide it’s my only chance.
That’s whenI catch the bling of his new sword and I realize whatever is inside, it would not be worth losing a limb.
“That’s… that’s me!” I’m completely taken aback when Cain finally shows me his first tattoo after he wakes up. It’s fully healed and beautiful.
A wolf. The wolf. My wolf! It’s like looking at a photo, it even has a subtle pink hue over the gray and black ink. I can’t believe the freaking Rogue Prince put pink color permanently on himself just for me! It’s pretty big, and surrounded by black and grey geometric patterns and cute carnations, almost bleeding onto his shoulder. I remain silent about the fact that they are my favorite flowers, because he doesn’t need more proof of us being true mates.
I have tears in my eyes and I’m not even sure why.
He tattooed my wolf form on himself. Why?
“Do you want to see the original drawing?” He asks and reaches for his notebook.
He opens it to the right page, and there it is. The most beautiful pencil sketch of a wolf. And it’s in my likeness! On the next page, there’s my face. I look happy there, and my hair is still long and partially braided, exactly like on our wedding day.
“I can’t believe you can draw! It’s so beautiful.” I want to check other pages, but he closes it on my fingers and takes it away.
“You have a very beautiful wolf,” he says and brushes loose strands of hair away from my face.
“Thank you. Oh, my Goddess, I still can’t believe you just got a huge ass tattoo!”
He chuckles and gets up to take a shower before the party.
“Will your mate be here?” he asks again casually from the shower room, butI stiffen anyway.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m with you,” I say, taking my clothes off to join and distract him.
I’m helping him dress up into his warrior gear after a surprisingly timid shower—in which we devoured each other with our eyes but never touched.
When he is done, I blow-dry my freshly colored bubblegum-pink hair and dress into the only other black dress I own. This one is made of leather, strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a loose A-shaped mid-thigh skirt.
“I have something for you,” Cain says and gets my DIY leather choker out of the side pocket of our duffel bag.
I had no idea he packed it.
He puts it on me himself and it suddenly feels like a collar, not a choker. Like I’m his.
“Now we’re matching like you always dreamed of,” he says with a hint of irony in his voice.
I arch my brow in a questioning manner but when he chuckles the realization comes.
“Fucking Gregory!”
My brother told him I used to hate matching couples.
Before I met Cain.
“You know what? When I signed on to marry a Royal Princess I never thought you would be swearing so much. Aren’t you supposed to be all proper and shy?”
“I was never shy, and the swearing thing? I was surrounded by an army all the time, since I was fifteen,” I answer, putting on my new high heels that came with expedited delivery, while we had a nap.
